Obsession

A Regular Day In My Shoes

*This is a Mortal Kombat fan-fiction. One character (Ama Haruki...as well as Mr. Akita, but he's only there for this first part) belongs to me while the other characters belong to Mortal Kombat and Ed Boon and others who were involved with the Mortal Kombat franchise.*

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I was running for my life. Banana leaves and a numerous amounts of insects smacked me on my face as I ran, roots from trees seemed to lift themselves so that I would trip and my pursuer would catch on to me. I huffed and puffed by the rapid movement of my legs, and I screamed at myself, 'Don't look back, whatever you do, don't look back!'

I really hated running; it was my least favorite thing in gym class. I could never keep up with everybody else, and would eventually be scolded constantly because of it. But now, I was running for my life and I couldn't stop. My own speed surprised me as I leaped over tree stumps and shallow streams, running like I had actually been doing it for a majority of my life and enjoyed it.

The feeling of adrenaline pumped through my veins, but ceased once I felt my body collide against the rough terrain because of a casual vine. I grunted in pain and rolled over to examine the wound, deep and bloody. I screamed in agony when I realized that the pain was so intense that I couldn't move, and I remained defenseless to the sturdy figure towering over me...

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"Ama, get up! School starts in ten minutes!"

I groaned and threw my hand over my alarm clock. My eyes squinted as the sun unmercifully hit my window with full force and I pressed the small light to check the time.

"Urrggg.....it's only seven fifty...."

It took me two seconds to finally figure out that yes, it was seven fifty...school started at eight o'clock.

"Crap..." I cussed as I rolled myself out of bed.

I jumped up, brushed certain strands of my hair, and threw on my uniform.

"Crap, crap, crap..." I murmered as a certain strand of my hair wouldn't glide through the brush.

"Ama! What are you doing?!"

"I'm coming, Ma!" I shouted while still struggling against the stubborn clump of hair attached to my scalp.

"Why can't you wake up early, you told me that you were going to bed at nine!"

"Ma, you know that I find it hard to fall asleep!" I shouted louder than anticipated, the clump still obviously present.

"Well, we should do something to fix that then, shouldn't we?!" she shouted with equal force. I winced  from the very sound of her voice and decided to throw a pin onto the stubborn clump called my hair. I ran in to the bathroom just to check myself over, and suddenly realized that my teeth hadn't been brushed.

"Dammit, toothbrush...toothbrush...where the hell did I leave the toothbrush..."

I threw towels, dirty clothes, and vanity products around the tiny bathroom, searching for the toothbrush that I knew I shouldn't have thrown just anywhere.

"AMA!!" my mother shouted at the top of her lungs.

"Screw it..." I whispered as I threw my jacket and backpack over myself.

"Ama, get down here!"

"Mamma, hold on!" 

I raced down our spiral staircase, grabbed a bagel, and chomped on it as quickly as I possibly could. My mother glared harshly at me as she finished cooking eggs for my younger brother.